Nine O'Clock Breakfast

I hurried across the smooth kitchen floor, very anxious not to miss nine o'clock—my favorite time for breakfast. Up on the lowest wooden pantry shelf, I discovered a clean yellow plastic bottle cap and a stray golden oat ring that had tumbled from a box. My paws trembled just a little with excitement as I rolled the cereal ring right into the center of the cap to make a tiny dish. Sitting down carefully so I wouldn't tip anything over, I took a crisp, crunchy bite. Making breakfast right on schedule made my whole chest feel warm and proud.